Novel Full Chapter 137 Three Desperate Cougars
Inside the Castle of Dawn, there were many other rooms, some for maidens and Knightguards, others for the royal families themselves.
Amongst these others, was a golden room glimmering under the soft light of an ornate chandelier. There were cascading crystals catching the sun streaming in from tall, circular windows.
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The walls were fancy, patterns curled like vines, offset by deep maroon drapes lined with gold embroidery.
With the plush, oversized settee sitting in the center, surrounded by gilded mirrors and wardrobes brimming with silks, velvets, and lace, one could tell that this room belonged to a woman. A wealthy one for that matter.
Jewelry boxes and trays, filled with glittering gems, were spread across a marble-topped vanity.
Of course, it was Mother Aurora’s room.
She stood before a tall mirror, holding a deep emerald gown against herself, the fabric displayed against the mirror, although her curves still managed to show themselves on the sides.
Her sisters were there with her. Freida was lounging elegantly on the settee in a golden robe. She tilted her head, examining the gown critically. Marlyene sat on a nearby ottoman, threading a ruby necklace through her fingers.
“What do you think, Freida?” Aurora asked, turning to the side, tits bouncing, to see how the dress fell. “Does this suit me, or is it too… bold?”
Freida tapped her chin. “Bold, yes. But you are Aurora of Dawn. Boldness is your birthright. It’s perfect.” She smirked. “Especially if you’re trying to impress a certain someone.”
Aurora laughed, setting the gown down and reaching for another. “Oh, please. I’ve no one to impress. But speaking of someone…” She glanced over her shoulder, her voice dropping into a mischievous tone. “Aeric. My, my, wasn’t he a sight to behold?”
Marlyene sighed dreamily, setting the necklace down and reclining back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man quite like him. That jawline could cut glass. And those eyes? They’re like twin rubies. Enthralling.”
Freida chuckled, reaching for a golden bracelet. “It’s unfair, really. The essence of Divinity wasn’t supposed to create a boy. Beauty like his was reserved for the Daughters.”
She sighed dreamily. “Who knew if it did, the boy would be so…” She trailed off, searching for the word.
“Dreadfully handsome,” Marlyene supplied, her lips curling into a sly smile. “That’s the word you’re looking for.”
Aurora held up a pearl necklace, inspecting it before trying it on. “It does make sense, though. Aeric possesses the beauty kept for a woman, manifested in the form of a man. Oh, isn’t that a dream.”
Freida laughed, slipping on a pair of golden heels and twirling. “Tell me, does this gown look nice on me? Or does it clash with the heels?”
“It’s lovely,” Aurora said, admiring the flowing fabric. “And it doesn’t clash. If anything, it makes those heels shine and your hair look richer.”
Marlyene leaned forward, picking up a sapphire ring. “You know, Mother Guinevere is truly fortunate. To have begotten such a son…” She trailed off, her grin turning wicked. “If I were her, I’d be walking around declaring it to the world.”
Aurora laughed, fastening her necklace. “Oh, indeed. I do envy my dear friend in that aspect. Oh, dear heavens. If Aeric were mine, I don’t think I’d let him leave the house. Too many eager eyes.”
Freida smirked. “Too late for that. He’s already caught my eye. Honestly. He is of age now is he not? I don’t think Guinevere would mind. I want to take him for myself.”
Marlyene gasped in mock horror. “Freida! How scandalous!” But she laughed, shaking her head. “Though, to be fair, you’re not wrong. That boy is…” She sighed again. “Ripe.”
Aurora chuckled, holding up another gown, this one in shimmering gold. “You two are terrible. Stop with all that talk, you make us sound like desperate cougars.” She turned to Freida. “How about this one?”
Freida nodded in approval. “Perfect. You’ll look like a goddess.”
Marlyene suddenly rose, snapping her fingers. “Wait! I have the perfect necklace for that gown. Give me a moment.” She swept out of the room, her golden skirt trailing behind her.
In her haste, she left the door half open, ass and tits bouncing as she hurried to the corridor.
Aurora turned back to the mirror, smoothing the gown over her shoulders. “Freida, you don’t think we came on too strong earlier, do you? Poor Aeric might think we’re a family of incorrigible flirts.”
Freida shrugged, picking up a tiara and placing it on her head. “If he does, at least he’ll know we have good taste.”
They both laughed, the sound echoing softly in the opulent room as they continued testing the clothes and jewelries they had purchased from their Royal Jeweler and Tailor.
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Back in her room, Celestia sat on the edge of her bed, motionless, staring blankly at the ornate rug beneath her feet. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, but her fingers fidgeted against one another.
For a moment, the room was utterly silent save for the faint ticking of a gilded clock on the far wall. Then, all at once, she sprang to life.
“I kissed him!” she shrieked, clutching her head in both hands. “I kissed him!” Her voice was muffled as she grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her face, her muffled screams echoing into the fabric.
Then, she fell backward onto the bed, her breasts squeezing roughly on her gown as she kicked her legs in the air like a child in a tantrum.
Her words were frantic, breathless. “But… he also… He kissed me too! He kissed me back! We kissed!”
She tossed the pillow aside and sat up abruptly, her hands gripping her hair as if trying to physically hold herself together. Her cheeks burned hot, and her heart felt like it might break free from her chest. “What does this even mean? What do I do now? I’m so afraid!”
“Was he also afraid? Is that why he asked to go to bathroom?” Celestia dropped back onto the bed again, staring up at the intricately painted ceiling. “I’m going to die. This is how I die. Death by kissing Aeric of Starlight.” She groaned, throwing an arm over her face.
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Aeric strode down the corridors of the castle, his boots echoing softly against the polished floors.
Just like Celestia, his mind too was in chaos, his thoughts racing faster than he could make sense of them. “I kissed her,” he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. “I actually kissed her.” He shook his head, trying to clear it, but the memory of her lips against his refused to leave.
“I’ve kissed before. I’ve done more than just kissing,” he continued, his voice a low murmur to himself. “So why does this feel… different? Why do I feel so…” He paused, searching for the right word. “Weird? Nervous? Excited?” His hand dropped to his side, clenching into a fist. “This is ridiculous. Get it together, Aeric.”
Yet the grin pulling at his lips betrayed him, and no amount of self-scolding could wipe it away. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued down the hall. “She kissed me first, though,” he said, his voice soft, almost awed.
“And I kissed her back. We kissed.” He stopped walking, resting a hand against the cold stone wall. “Stars above… what have I gotten myself into? Wasn’t I trying to not get to clouded by this seeming romance?”
As he straightened up, his gaze caught on something: a fancy golden door, slightly ajar. He hesitated, hearing faint voices drifting from within. ‘That’s a familiar voice.’
Aeric’s curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped closer, peering through the gap.
Instantly, his eyes widened.